Hitched: A Stepbrother Honeymoon Romance (13 page)

Laney hooks her thumbs into her panties and starts to pull them down, but before she can, I stop her with a look.

“Did I
tell
you to take off your panties?”

Laney’s guilty thumbs slip out of her underwear, hands clasping together in front of her. If she’s trying to hide how bad this is turning her on, it’s not fucking working.

“Did I?”

Laney shakes her head.

“Right, I didn’t. Disobey me like that again and I’m going to have to bend that curvy ass over my fucking knee.”

Another educated guess. And judging by the deep shade of red in Laney’s cheeks as she imagines me spanking her, I’m right on the money.

“Got it?”

Laney quickly nods.

“Good. We couldn’t have had you taking your own panties off, now could we? After all, that’s my job.”

Taking my sweet time, I walk up to Laney, putting my hands on her waist and then slowly sliding them down into her panties. The noise she makes as soon as I’m inside is pretty much the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, but I manage to resist the urge to fuck her right here in the middle of the room. It’s hard, but I want to make this nice and slow for her.

So with that in mind, I inch Laney’s underwear down her waist, making sure to envelop her ass with my hands as I go. Then, as I slide it down the back of her thighs, I get down on my knees, making sure to “accidentally” send a long, hot breath between her legs as I pull them off her feet.

From this distance, I can actually feel her aching for the firm, warm touch of my tongue. And fuck, I really want to give it to her. But first, there’s one more thing I need to do. And it’s something I wanted to do a long, long time ago.

I stand back up, enjoying the look on Laney’s face. It’s a lot like the look she gave me back on that couch at Nina’s house as I opened the buttons on her shirt.

And it took a while, but I’m finally here again. About to undo that bra and get my hands on the tits I’ve been thinking about for years.

Just like with her panties, I take it slow, saving the important parts for last. After I unhook the back, I pull the straps slowly down her shoulders until her perfect, swollen nipples are sticking out into the open air. Then, the bra falls gently to the floor, and for the first time ever, I get a good look at the body underneath those clothes.

And it’s fucking incredible, with curves in
all
the right places.

“Well, well, well,” I say, taking one of Laney’s tits into my hands, “Look what we have here.”

I spend a few moments enjoying the feeling of Laney’s chest, taking their weight in my hands and teasing her nipples with my thumbs. Laney leans into my touch, brushing up against the tip of my cock and driving me absolutely fucking insane.

And when I can’t take it anymore, I step back from Laney and pull open the shower door.

“Get in.”

Laney quickly obeys, stepping into the shower with goosebumps rippling off her naked flesh. Once she’s inside, her fingers reach for the knob to turn on the water, but she stops herself right before she touches it. That’s a shame. After her reaction to my promise to spank her if she disobeyed, I was hoping she’d turn on the water without my permission.

“Go ahead,” I say, “Turn it on.”

Laney tugs on the knob, shuddering as the warm water hits her body. I can’t help but take a moment to appreciate the sight, watching trails of water run from her shoulders all the way down to her feet. “Good. Now turn around. Treat it like a normal shower. Get yourself wet.”

Want to talk about fantasies? This was probably my number fucking one. Listening to the running water, imagining what it would be like if I just came into the bathroom, pulled open the curtain, and saw her there, naked and ready to invite me in. So with that in mind, it doesn’t take very long before I’m ready to pounce. Before Laney even finishes turning around to face me, I’m under the water with her, hands all over her body.

And I think we both know what’s coming next. I can feel the anticipation in her hips as I run my hands along them. They’re waiting for my tongue.

And you know what? I think they’ve waited long enough.

With my hands, I spread Laney’s thighs apart, positioning them exactly where I want them. Then, I get down on my knees and stare right at her, bathing her with a couple warm breaths. Poor Laney’s trying to stand nice and still for me, but she just can’t help but lean herself towards my mouth. And as fun as it is to watch her ache for me, I can’t go another second without feeling her against my lips.

So I move in, slowly at first. She probably thinks I’m still teasing her, but what I’m really doing is figuring her out. What she likes, where she likes it, what her favorite speed is. After all, I told her I was going to make her scream, and it’s a promise I intend to fucking keep.

Holy shit, she’s so fucking wet, and she tastes incredible. Once I get started, it’s pretty much impossible to take it slow, so as I get more into it, I grab Laney’s ass and push her into me, feeling the water run down her flesh as I lick harder, deeper, and faster.

And Laney? The girl who
insisted
that we were off limits? I’ve never heard her like this. At first, she was trying to hold back for modesty’s sake, but it didn’t take long before she pretty much lost all control, moaning like she never wants me to stop. By the time I work my way up to her hard little clit, I’m pretty sure we’re putting the newlyweds next door to shame. Laney gets louder and louder with every tight little circle I make with my tongue, and before long, she’s got both hands running through my wet hair, shuddering in absolute ecstasy as my tongue brings her over the edge.

I pull away, cupping Laney’s ass as I look up at her. “Looks like somebody’s a screamer.”

Laney’s face is adorably flushed. “I’m
not
a screamer.”

I smirk. “Oh, so it’s me, then?”

Laney’s eyes get huge and her ass squirms in my hands. I can tell she’s starting to get ready for more.

And if that’s what Laney wants, then that’s what she’s going to get. Every last inch of it.

“Turn around and touch the wall.” I growl, and she immediately complies.

“Good,” I say, getting up off the ground and sliding my hands in between her open thighs, “Now bend over.”

Laney’s breathing starts to speed up as she sticks her ass out as far as she can. It takes every last drop of willpower I have left not to fill her up right then and there. But somehow I manage.

“That’s perfect. Stay
right
there until I come back.”

I walk out of the shower and head straight towards the chest of drawers so I can look for a condom. They fucking stuffed an entire drawer in our room, so I’m assuming that they’ll have something for all the horny couples on the cruise.

And luckily, I’m right. There’s at least fifteen condoms in the first drawer I open. But it’s what else is in the drawer that really makes things interesting.

It’s that ridiculous sex toy catalogue from our room. The one that says “Make Tonight Special” on the front with all the pictures of tan couples on the beach inside it. Only, it isn’t just the catalog: There’s something long, thin, and black in here. I open the drawer a little wider so I can get a better look.

Holy shit. There’s literally a riding crop in here. Royal Shores doesn’t fuck around. I hold back a laugh, pull it out, and test it against my hand. I wonder what the look on Laney’s face would be if I walked back into the shower holding
this
.

Then, right when I’m about to put the riding crop back and head back into the shower, foil packet in hand, I get a little glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I look back at the shower just in time to see the look on Laney’s face as she darts back under the water.

She was staring right at the riding crop. And you know what? Since she didn’t stay up against the wall like I told her to, I think I’m going to bring it with me after all.

I walk back towards the open shower, where Laney is facing the wall in the same position I left her in. When she looks back over her shoulder and sees the riding crop in my hand, her breath catches in her throat and she whips her head back around to face the pink tiles of the shower, sticking her ass out even further. I wonder if she knows she’s offering herself up to me, or if her body’s just doing it subconsciously. Either way, I had no idea my stepsister was this fucking kinky. Once we get back to the hotel, I might just have to order every little toy in that fucking catalog and make tomorrow night special, if you catch my drift.

Laney’s knees start to tremble as I step into the shower with her.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that,
honey
. You stuck your head out of the shower.”

“I heard you going through the drawers, I was just curious— ”

“Did I
tell
you that you could move?”

“Well, no, but— ”

Laney’s excuse turns into a long, low moan as I touch the riding crop to the back of her thigh.

“But?” I run the crop slowly and gently up her ass. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me again, and you did it anyway. Now stick that curvy ass out at far as you can.”

Laney gulps and bends all the way over, taking hot, deep breaths as she goes. Something tells me this isn’t going to be much of a punishment for her. I wrap one hand around the side of Laney’s hip, holding her in place as I draw the riding crop back, building up the anticipation as much as possible. I can feel her clench in anticipation, and when I can tell she’s just about to start begging for it, I bring it down.

I’ve done a lot of crazy shit in my day, but I’ve never done this before. So when the leather head of the riding crop smacks hard against Laney’s ass and she writhes against the shower wall in absolute ecstasy, it blows my fucking mind. Watching Laney get off to this is probably the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I mean, I was only planning on spanking her a couple times with this thing, but if she’s going to act like that……

I swing again, and Laney moans even louder. After that, I go all in, swinging the crop against her perfect ass faster and faster, harder and harder. As Laney goes totally over the edge, I slide my hand further around cupping her between her legs so I can
feel
how much she loves this.

Then, after a couple of smacks that leave Laney gasping for air, I drop the riding crop on the shower floor and start to spank her with my hand. Laney doesn’t seem to mind, backing up into me a little further every time my palm comes down.

But something else is happening, and we can both feel it. In my case, I can actually physically feel it down between her legs.

She’s ready for me.

I spank Laney one last time and let my hand linger, caressing her as I press my fingers into her wetness. I can practically feel her heart beating out of her chest, and I watch her as she takes a deep breath, bracing herself against the shower wall.

She turns her head around, wet hair framing her perfect face. “Travis,” she says, her voice low and certain, “I want you to fuck me.”

And in one second, everything changes. I pounce on Laney like a wild fucking animal, moving so fast that I just barely have time to unwrap the foil and sheath my length before I reach her. Her hips are squirming so bad that I have grab her thighs tight and hold them in place with all of my strength, spreading them open so that I can slide every last inch of myself inside her.

Laney shudders as I push against her entrance, and I decide to take it nice and slow, sliding in one inch at a time until I’m totally filling her up. By the time I’m all the way in, Laney’s eyes are shut tight and her teeth are biting down hard on her lip, like she can’t even believe it’s finally happening. She can deny it all she wants, but I know this moment used to be her deepest, darkest fantasy.

But you know what? It’s my fantasy too.

Once I’m totally inside Laney, I start off kind of gentle. Now, granted, gentle for me isn’t really gentle; it’s what most guys would consider going as hard as they possibly could. But I’m not most guys, and I want to make sure that I’m not hurting Laney. But after 60 seconds of holding back on Laney, I realize she’s fucking insatiable.

She’s bucking those insane curvy hips up against me as fast as she possibly can, desperately asking for more.

“Harder,” she moans.

“Little Miss It’s Too Dangerous wants it harder, huh?” I smack Laney’s ass as I give her a little preview of what
harder
feels like.

“She
needs
it harder!” Laney screams.

“And what does she need?”

“She needs your
cock
!”

She does, does she? Well she’s about to get it. With one hand on Laney’s shoulder, I take a deep breath and let out my inner animal, fucking her as hard as I possibly can up against the shower wall. I’m so in the zone now that I barely see the look on Laney’s face as I take total control of her body, barely hear the noises of pure fucking pleasure that rise out of her throat, even though they’re loud enough to echo all the way back to Royal Shores, just like I promised. Instead, I’m focusing on one thing and one thing only: giving this girl every last thing I’ve got.